The black man broke the kiss and led me to a lawn chair outside in the balcony. He started kissing my ankles, my calves, reaching with his hands up towards my wet pussy. He slid my thong away.He moaned softly when his fingers made contact with my moist shaven pussy lips and he pulled my hips to the bottom of the lawn chair as he kneeled on the patio in front of me. His sweet lips were manipulating me into ecstasy, his insistent tongue flicking my clit, his thick fingers playing in my vagina. He leaned over me and sucked me until he made me reach close to orgasm. I wrapped my thighs tightly around his baldhead and bucked my hips in time with his tongue and fingers fucking me. I put my own hand in my mouth as I moaned and grunted through a long orgasm, as I pushed even tighter my legs around his head.Then he gently removed his fingers and began licking all my juices up and letting me come down slowly. I heard a belt being unbuckled and soon he caressed my pussy with his dark cockhead.. That is a cue for me about how sex with them might be, and I liked the way both of them moved, especially Roger with his crutch and a bad leg. Ida stopped at the co-op on University Avenue, and we all piled out of her wagon like clowns tumbling out of their car under the big top. Roger talked to me about music while we were walking around. It had been a while since I had been with any man except big Al, and I felt kind of giddy about it. Roger was the kind of man I like to talk to and touch him while we talk, just little touches here and there. When I get like that with a guy the first time we meet, I might as well just slip my panties off and give them to him, 'cause I know those things are comin' off anyway. Some men can read that signal right away. I wasn't sure if he could, but I didn't care. He didn't try to grab my ass or my boobs in the supermarket aisle, and he didn't say anything stupid either. He talked to me about going to the San Francisco Opera's production of.
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